The mother she takes her daughter's hand
Brushing past the leaves of yew
And honeysuckle,
And she whisper-sings to her child,
"Listen to the lilies, little child,
Listen to yourself"
Farther away on the walk of time,
The mother she takes her daughter's hand
Holding on to a bleeding heart
Picking leaves off willow,
"Watch the koi-fish, little child,
Strive to be like them"
And every step of the walk of time
Every step of the path,
She whisper-sings to her daughter.
'Till that day,
The spirit she takes the mother's hand,
Smelling of aster and pond-water,
Sadness in her lungs;
The mother she takes her daughter's hand
And has a final song,
"Little rosemary, be without me. Grow like ivy,
see my face in the violets"
And a footstep less on the walk of time
Forever, a step-ing less.
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My Mom said she cried after reading this. Uh. Ya. I just wrote this while in a greenhouse, but uh, sure.
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